Torque-driven smart fibre-stitched catsuit (A lifestyle choice) Teaches its wearer the nebulous place that is ďhis.Ē (Teaches him In a way that's not nebulous.) His sight dim Behind olive green-painted Slit metal flak goggles Flecked steel, crimped inner curve Like a mouthguard, Or potsticker Shaped like a crescent moon, Or Marcel Duchampís loverís bronze vulva cleft Cast invasively, Female Fig Leaf, Of butterfly vibrator fixed on his face buzzes a scarlet tattoo Like a finger that's shushing...
I am hurting in my chambers blasphemy is my cult pain I'm a groupie for your love but you will never take me serious
I'm crazy after all
I am fun to play with my hurt a beautiful distraction from boredom hunt my personalities but beware some of them are cruel you're watching me they're watching you leaving you clues to the crime then bate and switch
come closer I dare you watch your step here she comes inside me is monsters raising their angry heads
the oppression of the place fell down on me like lead everyone walked hunched over closer to the sidewalk the alleys stank of beer and piss and the apartment courtyard was cloying with the mingling scents roaches scurried along the place
there were soldiers of a sort there gang members who bullied through the demons attending the despair it oozed from the place like an open sore
everyone was high it was the only way to survive the poverty we didn't eat all day nighttime we pooled together to make a meal
BACK TO RETRO REVERSE INTROVERSION AGAIN † † † (12:00am, 5-16-2022, Palm Springs, California)
ive so unsettlingly noticed increasingly over these last four or five years and now more than ever it seems that whenever i find myself in social gatherings of almost any kind where theres more than three or four people or even friends ive known for years at times depending to some degree at least upon the situation and the unpredictable mix of egoic personalities fluctuating individual moods temperaments and the ever shifting flow of other such ...
I'm gonna have a drink and walk around Got a lot to fuckin think about
I've binge drunk in the past Stupid young buck pissing contest stuff I've sculled endless bottles of beam with the lads, because we all in too much pain to cry it out and far too young to be mature enough to say Boys do cry and its OK man get those tears out
If you hate the taste of wine Why drink till you are blind
Six shooting doubles of Jack's finest Why Mr Daniel's that's what it takes to loosen lips enough for ptsd suffering...
It's not crippling fear panic induced yet Or is it?
The washing lays piled up collecting slug trails and heaven knows What?
Sunday morning coming down Found?a clean dirty shirt
This is not a happy place yet there is a friendly familiarity here Amongst all the emptiness (use your imagination im no going to devote more than a cursory verse) A half drunk bottle of cider would have made for nouvelle cuisine Save that it was used the nights prior as an ashtray
What permeates sure isn't death but it sure ain't...